Chapter 150

Song Fei turned his head. Behind him was a clear spring, and behind him was a green lawn. On the lawn, Duan Changsheng looked at him with a murderous face, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

Song Fei just untied his pocket, but had to buckle it again. Different from Duan Changsheng's ferocious face, Song Fei's face was full of a very friendly smile. Later, he sighed and said, "I thought I would show up again when I took a bath. I didn't expect you to be so impatient."

Duan Changsheng sneered, "pretending to be calm? Or do you want me to believe that you will suddenly appear as a helper, just like last time, the woman who keeps you will suddenly appear to save you?"

Song Fei shook his head and said with a smile, "it's really not. In fact, I'm really waiting for you. Why are my truth so hard to believe, and my lies, some people rush to believe. Man is really a strange animal."

Duan Changsheng showed a mocking smile: "so, what do you have this time? Thunder talisman? Or a sudden woman?" as he said, a small red umbrella, Senluo umbrella, gradually appeared in front of Duan Changsheng. Then, a long golden sword slowly floated in front of him, and then the robe on his body also emitted a light blue halo.

After these magic weapons appeared, the ferocious look on Duan Changsheng's face slowly converged and became extremely arrogant. At the moment, he looked at Song Fei with obvious teasing: "boy, you know? Your pretending to be calm will only increase the pleasure when I torture you. I'll see if you can keep so calm all the time."

Song Fei smiled: "the magic weapon is good."

"Ha ha!" Duan Changsheng laughed. "Let me tell you, these are spirit tools. Even any one is hundreds of times more valuable than your life."

"Oh, really? That's great. I'm afraid these treasures are not valuable. I'm afraid I'll be happy in vain. Very good, very good." Song Fei smiled very sincerely and didn't look artificial at all. In Duan Changsheng's opinion, it is extremely annoying. He can't help it. After he will subdue Song Fei, he will torture him a little bit. Now the more proud he is, the higher his pleasure will be.

"Oh, is there anything else to say? If not, I'll do it. Your magic weapons, women, are not all summoned?" Duan Changsheng smiled. "This time I deliberately followed you for so long. When I got to the inaccessible area, I just didn't want to have any accidents."

"Magic weapon, I'm sorry, there's only one thing I can take, which is not as rich as you." Song Fei smiled. "In fact, I don't want to have any accident when I bring you to a place where people are rare."

"Take out your magic weapon, don't say I don't give you a chance. I like to make people full of hope, and then destroy his hope and give him despair." Duan Changsheng's red Senluo umbrella slowly appeared in front of him, then squeezed the long sword and approached Song Fei step by step.

"My magic weapon is right behind you." Song Fei smiled. "You look back."

"Childish." Duan Changsheng sneered, "OK, I'll give you such childish hope. Turn around and leave your back to you to see what you can do to me." Duan Changsheng suddenly turned around.

Song Fei shook his head: "why do villains always have so much nonsense? If I want to kill, it's definitely a fatal blow. It's so easy to talk to a dead man?"

Then Song Fei saw that when Duan Changsheng turned back, his face suddenly changed. Behind him, a big tripod engraved with dragon and white tiger was slowly pressing down on him.

On the dragon and tiger tripod, the runes like tadpoles are flashing and shrinking with crystal light, covering the dragon and tiger tripod with gorgeous colors.

"Daowen, this is Daowen. How can it be Daowen?" Duan Changsheng's face became very ugly for a moment. He didn't expect that the little friar who was good for nothing and could be crushed to death could take out a Taoist weapon.

In Duan Changsheng's opinion, it should be his spirit tool that shook Song Fei's eyes, and then let Song Fei be tortured to death in helplessness and pain. Moreover, he also guessed that Song Fei wouldn't have many talismans, otherwise he wouldn't have let his gang almost kill him and didn't fight back.

The Taoist script on the Taoist instrument glittered with glittering red light and slowly pressed down towards Duan Changsheng. Taking advantage of Duan Changsheng's nonsense just now, the dragon and tiger tripod has covered him. If he wants to attack or escape, he must first break through the dragon and tiger tripod.

Song Fei would never have told Duan Changsheng so much nonsense if he hadn't succeeded in the sneak attack on the dragon and tiger tripod. He was just a dead man. Chatting with him was just to dig his grave secretly. Now the grave has been dug, and the rest is to send him in.

Duan Changsheng's unwilling face suddenly showed a greedy look, and suddenly said with a grim smile: "OK, OK, OK. Since you want to give me a Taoist instrument, I'll accept it."

"Senluo umbrella, get up." the small red umbrella slowly meets the dragon and tiger tripod in the air. Later, Duan Changsheng's golden long sword, carrying his magnificent magic power in the golden elixir period, stabbed into the dragon and tiger tripod like lightning.

Duan Changsheng was still grimacing and said, "with your primary magic power, how long can you drive the Taoist instrument, one breath or two? Are you still powerful?" after that, Duan Changsheng showed a cyan pill in his hand and sneered again: "This is a magic pill to restore mana. Poor boy, how can you fight me? Even if you get a Taoist instrument by chance, garbage is garbage."

"It's not safe. You worry about it. You die for me obediently." Song Fei smiled. He slowly flew to the top of the dragon and tiger tripod, then stood on the dragon and tiger tripod, stepped on the dragon and tiger tripod and slowly pressed down towards Duan Changsheng. He sneered: "don't forget when you get to hell. The person who killed you is Yu Liang."

"What's the matter? Your mana... Can last." Duan Changsheng under the dragon and tiger tripod suddenly felt a little bad. Then he tried his best to run the Senluo umbrella and kept pushing it towards the dragon and tiger tripod. Then the halo of his Dharma clothes became brighter and brighter. Duan Changsheng had been out of his mind. He quickly consumed his mana to get rid of the dragon and tiger tripod.

However, neither the Senluo umbrella nor his golden long sword seemed to be able to stop the falling of the dragon and tiger tripod. Even if Duan Changsheng ran his mana to the limit, the Senluo umbrella only slightly alleviated the falling speed of the dragon and tiger tripod, but could not push him open. The huge hole falling slowly was slowly covering him.

Duan Changsheng's face slowly changed and became extremely ugly. He didn't believe everything in front of him. The existence of mole ants in his eyes threatened his life.

"Go to hell." the dragon and tiger tripod finally fell down, wrapped Duan Changsheng in, and then a fierce flame was emitted from the interior of the tripod.

"No ~" Duan Changsheng roared, suddenly trembling all over. People were in the fire, but bursts of cold cold constantly rose from the depths of his heart. Deep regret spread to the depths of his heart. If he did it again, he would not dare to face Song Fei on the earth.

The flame of the dragon and tiger tripod can burn even the people in gray in Yuanying period. How can Duan Changsheng persist. A breath of death filled Duan Changsheng's brain instantly, and Duan Changsheng deeply felt the fear of death. It turned out that everything he said was true and true. I was fooled. He arranged the game and was waiting for me. I was unwilling. Duan Changsheng, with regret and resentment, was instantly burned clean by the flame of the dragon and tiger tripod without leaving a trace.

Later, Song Fei held the blue robe, red Senluo umbrella, golden long sword and a light yellow storage ring. Immediately, Song Fei was overjoyed and developed this time.

In the Sanhe sect, in a beautifully decorated cabin, Yan Songjun sat cross legged on a red wooden bed carved with monks practicing swords and very exquisite carving workers. From time to time, magic power gathered around him to recover the injury in his body.

With the help of the financial resources of the Sanhe sect, after taking a healing pill, Yan Songjun's injury finally stabilized. Unfortunately, on his cloudy face, his cold look was like the ice that can't be melted in three winters, releasing the cold from time to time.

Yan Songjun was not only hurt, but also lost his face. Thinking of Qin Shihu and Qin Xiaoru working together to make him suffer frequently, Yan Songjun's anger didn't come out. In his eyes, those people were just mole ants. Recently, mole ants also flew to the cloud and almost became a real dragon. If it weren't for the lucky double doll, Yan Songjun, I'm afraid he would die.

A few humble mole ants almost made him die, and they also lost a very valuable double doll. The double doll that can be sold in exchange for at least the best level of human skills may not be as expensive as the whole Sanhe sect's wealth as the double doll, so it was wasted in the hands of a group of mole ants.

Yan Song was so handsome that he wanted to take his sword and kill all the people.

At the same time, he also hated Meng Qing. He attributed all the reasons why he didn't destroy Qingtian sword sect to Meng Qing's arrival. He didn't think that even if he did it at the beginning, he might not be able to get well.

When Yan Songjun had no place to vent his anger, there was a knock outside the door.

Yan Songjun was in a bad mood, and his tone was very strict. He immediately shouted coldly, "get in."

The door was opened, and an inner disciple of the physical realm came in. Looking at Yan Songjun's anger, the inner disciple was a little scared.

Yan Songjun said coldly, "what's the matter? If nothing important bothers me, find a place to face the wall for ten years."

"Ah!" the disciple of the inner sect was shocked, and only hardened his head. "The headmaster summoned the core disciples of the sect to discuss in the hall."

The leader is back? Yan Songjun's continuously depressed heart suddenly lit up. If the leader came forward, he might be able to help himself get justice. Is Meng Qing great? Don't forget, now it's not just the Sanhe sect that wants to find qingtianjian sect, but also Huoshan sect, Qingxia mountain where Zhang Huayu died, Li Qing who fought with him last time, and the ziyumen behind him.